Postby forestwalker » July 2nd, 2007, 5:57 am
Taking in the scene, his romantic imagination naturally perceived the dance of water and wood as the frolicking of naiads and dryads.
For the truth that lies at the heart of theology is not something there to be discovered, but something, or rather someone, to whom we must surrender. The mystery of faith is not ultimately something that invites our questioning, but something that questions us.
Andrew Louth, Discerning the Mystery